Wondering

A Broken Heart Still Beats, by Anne McCracken and Mary Semel, a collection of writings by people who live the loss of a child, was found on my sister Kathy's book shelf at the Angel Inn, in Green Lake. Anne and Mary each lost a child and share their emotions in the book. I "borrowed" the book, and may return it one day.

Writing about my experience is one way to "talk". Only yesterday I was wondering to myself if anyone is still reading my talking. This morning I got the answer--someone wrote to me. The writer was not sure if it was OK to read along. Very sweet. Yes, it is OK. This evening a friend stopped by and mentioned that the stories are good.

I'm grateful to know that the vibrations of the universe transmit clearer signals than cell phones. All I did was wonder and I got my answer.

Next Monday, the 21st, is one year for the DeForest area families who lost boys in the crash on the interstate. They are all on my mind today. I don't know how they feel, but I do know the first anniversary brings its own kind of confusion and grief.

Tonight I'm tired and empty.

Tom